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I DIDNT THINK IT COULD EVER GET BETTETR BUT HOLY FUCK YOU GUYS
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davemakesmybrokorogodirkydirky:
I DIDNT THINK IT COULD EVER GET BETTETR BUT HOLY FUCK YOU GUYS
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The cronies, post meltdown, discussing the sad state of their affairs and their choices in a not-so secret location. Scott makes an appearance.
Three of them came to the not-so-secret hide-away in the abandoned church to basically bitch about what had just happened.
“Did you see him crying? It’s like he just grew tits…” said Graydon
“That fucking Tranny Essel got to him. I kinda sympathize,” said Brent.
Graydon punched what was left of the
Read more »Continued from yesterday:
‘Something catch your interest?’
Had she not been a telepath, Jean would have jumped in fright at the sudden voice behind her, as it was she sensed him before she heard him. She turned to see a handsome man with golden hair and piercing blue eyes. Next to him was a woman, quite beautiful, with short, black hair and a dress of similar description.
She recognised them both, they had been at the party the previous night.
Read more »One more prompt, a bit late, but Sara’s reaction to finding out that these (http://www.ourordinarylife.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/hershey-3.jpg) exist. (if picture is not working, some genius at Hershey thought a golden apple was a good valentines chocolate idea. There were several “for the fairest” experiments by tumblr-ers)
There are words of impending doom. A high-pitched, “Ooooh!” coming from Sahra was one of them.
“Sara, no-oo…” said Todd
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‘Do you have any names?’ asked Nightcrawler.
The little girl, stronger for some food and water, looked up at his with wide eyes, she turned her attention back to his fur. She’d been petting it for the last few minutes, a thoughtful expression on her delicate features.
Eventually she spoke, 'No-one used names, just called each other letters, for see-cree-see, they sayed. But… one man… someone… they called him Mr Greenwood. He came
Read more »You seem to be runing low on musefood, so may we hear the tale of The Battle of the Lindt Gold Bunny
There were six golden bunnies. One for each resident of the house they shared. Including Breanna, who paid for them out of their scant communal funds.
There was one left on Easter Sunday.
“Who had one?” Breanna demanded. “I told everyone they were for Easter. We knew. Didn’t we?”
“I knew,” said
Read more »Continued from yesterday:
{DRRRRRRRRRRRR}
{CLICK}
“Hello?”
“Roman?”
“Ally? OmyGod! You’re OK! Dammit, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all *night*. I even went to your apartment, but your landlady chased me out with a broom. Said something about fraternizing with the enemy. Where in God’s name *are* you?”
Alison sighed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.” Good
Read more »We all know what the news did. What we might have missed is WHY they did it.
Ratings.
Angry people gets more people in. It’s free advertising. They all victim blame because that gets them more viewers to who are watching to see what stupid thing they do next.
Therefore, the only way to make them stop is to drop their ratings.
I propose to you: #NoNewsFriday
Deliberately turn off, or tune in to a better channel [cartoon network, discovery,
Read more »Feel free to step on me, but I keep wondering…
…is Airman Higgs actually Bill Heterodyne in disguise?
Think about it:
You’d think that Bill Heterodyne would have seen a lot of
Read more »Scott catches one of the students testing his new policy regarding pranks and bad grades.
The first strategy, the best strategy, was not having a routine. He was such an easy target because there were places and times he liked to be and things he always did once he was there.
Which was why he found someone in his ensuite with a roll of suran wrap.
“Bobby. Can’t resist the classics, I see.”
“Um.” Bobby looked
Read more »continued from yesterday:
Warren was a very rare person. Aside from being rich, handsome, and having two wings on his back, he had the strange and slightly sick predilection of actually liking getting up early. He knew that the early bird got the worm. He liked to set his alarm just before sunrise, so he could wake up and stand on his balcony, listening to the bird song in the fresh, dawn air. (Or, perhaps, the birds coughing rhythmically [1] in the
Read more »Continued from yesterday:
Alex groaned, holding a hand to his head. He heard scuffling nearby, then a cool hand rested against his cheek, gently pressing him back down.
“Shhh, don’t try to get up. You took quite a nasty bump to the noggin, Mr Gung-ho.”
“Someone get me the license plate of that truck,” he replied blearily, forcing his eyelids open, and then shutting them again at the brilliance they encountered. “What happened? Jean?”
Read more »Olive branch diplomacy between Scott and Todd while snacking on ice cream. Jamie makes an appearance.
Todd froze as he turned away from the ice cream van. Mister military was also there. Also getting a flake cone.
“Summers,” he managed warily.
“I… uh… heard you were -um- in a bad place.”
“So?”
“I had a real bad foster parent right before I manifested. Damn rat bastard named Winters.”
“Mine was an
Read more »Continued from yesterday:
Jean crouched behind Piotr as salvo after salvo was spat out at him. They hit his metallic body with deafening clangs, and he grunted.
Storm managed to save her butt by creating a miniature whirlwind of mighty power which spun around her and deflected all bullets.
The others took a more straightforward approach.
Gambit, with almost superhuman speed leaped, ducked, and dived from the bullets. He landed in the thick of the terrorists, where he brought his Bo Staff
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